Luo Qiu knew that everything before him didn't have a physical entity, but this didn't prevent the communication between him and Cicero… Or rather, even if it were a physical entity, it might not be as real as this—purely in terms of feeling.
In the courtyard, a small blue bird suddenly spread its wings and flew onto the corridor. The bird landed on Cicero's shoulder, as if searching for food.
Cicero smiled slightly, and the bird on his shoulder seemed startled and flew away—next moment, it flew in front of Luo Qiu. Luo Qiu raised his finger, and the bird perched on his knuckle.
The weight transmitted from his finger.
"This type of bird is called Tilan Flycatcher," Cicero said with a smile, "In our culture, it symbolizes exploration and perseverance."
Luo Qiu glanced at Cicero and noticed that on his robe, there was this kind of bird embroidered with blue silk thread, wing-spread.
